Hold on tight, the dick train is running
Hold on tight, the dick train is running
Have you met perfection?
I need a taste to be convinced
I have my methods, daddy
No fear of the monster
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Claim your big prize
Soft all over
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Look at that, how nice it slides
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Don't you just love mornings?
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality